“Kensie, please calm down,” he says. Yeah right, like that is going to happen.
“I can’t be here anymore,” I say storming out of his house. My car was brought here earlier, thankfully. I grab my keys from my purse and get in my car. The only place I can think to go back to my dorm room. I still have some clothes and things there as well as all my furniture.
On the way it starts drizzling, by the time I get to the interstate it’s a torrential downpour. I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel like I should go back and work it out with Tori, but I am being a stubborn bitch. I want to have my tantrum and figure this shit on my own.
Once I arrive at school, it’s still raining, so I make a running dash from the car to the dorm. I am almost to the door when I am shoved from behind. I hit the ground on my knees. My keys fall from my hands. A bag or something in thrown over my head and my purse is wrenched from my hands. I hear it hit the ground with a wet plop. Before I can say anything, I feel what I think is gun at my back.
“If you want to live, you’ll do as I say,” A voice says. It’s raining so hard, I can’t tell if it is male or female, but for my baby’s sake I do what I am told. I nod and then I am lifted to my feet and shoved forward. “Walk,” the voice says. There must be no one around, because no one is coming to rescue. I am shoved into the back of a van where the bag is taken off of my head and a cloth is placed over my mouth.
The last thought I have is that I should have told Tori that I loved him.
Then everything goes black.
Chapter 9
Tori
Why the fuck isn’t she answering the phone? I have been calling Kensie for the past three hours since she left in a huff thanks to my being a typical asshole man. I didn’t mean anything that came out of my mouth after she said ‘baby’. I had already kind of figured it out, but I lost my mind. I know without a doubt she has never slept with anyone before me and I know she would never cheat on me. I was just…well hell…I was shocked as fuck. Pregnant. My woman is pregnant. As soon as she said it, the pride went through me knowing my kid was in her stomach. But then another thought occurred to me at the same time. She said it as if she has known for a long time. How long has she known? Which is why my mouth got away from me.
Not to mention, we are already at it about the security. I should have ripped those fucking keys out of her hand, threw her on the hood of my car and fucked her into submission. Instead, here I am, pacing my fucking kitchen, thinking the worst. Picking the phone back up I call her number again. “Come on baby. Pick up the damn phone.” When her voicemail comes on, I hang up. My mind is going to the worst possible scenario.
Fuck it. I need to make sure this shit doesn’t happen again when I finally get a hold of her. Grabbing my keys, I hope in my car and drive to Jorgensen Jewelers. Time to make her more than my woman. Should have done it the same fucking week I met her like I wanted to. Done with the being chivalrous shit.
“Tori. It’s about fucking time I see you in here. I thought somehow the gene had passed you, Unc.” I give Torran the look. He chuckles because he knows he is knocking against a sore subject for me.
“Shut up.” I hit him upside the head. He laughs.
“You want the vault of course.”
“You know it.” I watch as he goes to the back. My leg won’t stop shaking. Not knowing where she is, if she is ok, if she needs me, it’s fucking with me good right now.
“Here you go.” He drops the tray in front of me. I gaze upon the jewelry of my ancestors and feel a sense of pride that I come from a long line of men who knew how to show their women they loved them. Looking down at the tray all of them are magnificent, but there’s only one that catches my eye. I pick up the single white gold solitaire. It’s simple and beautiful. Much like my Kensie.
“I like this one.” I say to Torran showing him the ring.
“Yes. That one is beautiful. Here’s the card for it.” he hands me the card that tells of the ancestor that owned it and though I can make out the words ‘Queen’ and ‘Thyra’ the rest is jumbled. Normally, words are not an issue for me, but given how pissed and stressed I am about Kensie and the threat, my mind won’t cooperate. My eyes, squinting trying to make the words correct themselves. I can feel the defeat rising inside me the longer I stare at this card. I am like a few seconds from tossing the fucking thing across the floor when Torran pulls it form my hands.